from urban to country life: making our way to Burgundy.

Paris has a busy vibe, flooded with swarms of fast walkers, motorbikes, and pint sized cars. You can begin to feel lost in the everyday traffic, meandering through sidewalks, crowds, and cafés. As a tourist, it can be especially overwhelming, as time becomes extinct and schedules go off course. The sommelier and I had our fun few days seeing relics, museums, and architecture, but with blistered feet and sore legs, we were ready to make our way to the countryside.

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We boarded a regional train from Gare de Lyon in the late morning, and arrived in Dijon just after noon. The landscape started zipping by, and was dotted with patchwork grasses, hills, and trees. Small villages with tall steeples stood out against the rolling earth.

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The sommelier opted for a taxi from Dijon to Beaune, more so I could see the vineyards… and even more so that the sommelier could explain to me the different varietals along the way. We drove through Gevrey-Chambertin, Vosne-Romanee, and Nuits-Saint-Georges, which unbeknownst to me is famous for their pink marble quarries. Of course all the vineyards looked delicate and delicious, with bright spring vines budding from the dark branches.

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We were greeted in Beaune by a beautiful archway, a Cote d’Or that overseas the village. Luckily, our flat is located inside the city center, just on the opposite of the grand entrance.

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Since we took our time traveling, we immediately decided to take a stroll, sit outside a bar du vins, and take in an early dinner. The town of Beaune is fairly small, but contains a lot of history and is well known for their hospice. The French spoken here is tighter, more refined; there is a definitive distinction between the people here, a respect for the terroir, food, and wine I had not seen yet in France. They are proud of their heritage, as they should be.

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Walking the streets you can feel your mind relax, you can hear birds, ducks, and roosters, and know that you can finally live in the moment.

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As the sun sets later in France, time tends to slip away, especially when partaking in the vins du terroir. Ahhhh… this is the life.

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More to come tomorrow… Sante.

eat all the things: a stroll through Paris.

Walking through the neighborhoods of Paris, it’s easy to feel the cultural vibes. While patisseries known for their croissants and pan de chocolat dot every arrondissement, it’s apparent that Parisians should also be known for other plat du jours. Early in the morning, as you stroll over freshly rinsed cobblestones, the smell of butter permeates the air. While any pasty is better than no pastry, make sure you visit an artisan patisserie in order to taste a true Parisian tradition.

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Most brasseries (that’s cafe to most of us) open at 11 am and close at 2.30 pm. All the local store owners also close for lunch, so in a sense, it is expected that you stop working and eat, breathe, and drink wine. A dying concept at home, but possibly the most gorgeous thing about this lifestyle. In addition, it seems brasseries and restaurants are run entirely by their owners. There may be a waitress or two, but most owners are also chefs, severs, and sommeliers. Wine lists have Chablis, Bordeaux, and Champagne. Leffe is the standard beer.

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Almost every brasserie has French onion soup, smothered with Gruyere and croutons; one of my personal favorites.

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While in Paris, take the time to find a brasserie with a terrine du jour. if you are a fan of country pate or rillette, than you’ll be in forced meat loaf heaven.

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Also, you don’t want to forget about the steak tartare.

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If you aren’t a fan of minced raw meats, I completely understand, even if I cannot fathom it. In general, brasseries also list steak frites as a menu item, and even in the less popular locations, will be an acceptable and reasonably priced lunch.

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All Parisians drink coffee after every meal. And by coffee, I mean espresso. Most are paired with a single sugar cube, a feat not seen in America for some time.

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Of course if you want a break from pates, steaks, and onion soups, there’s always a pizzeria in every neighborhood. We opted to share one for lunch, an especially yummy change with a fried egg atop mounds of bolognese.

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Even more price sensitive, you can always opt for a Parma Panini on the go. I’ve seen women eating while walking down the sidewalk, men eating while riding motorcycles, and of course, we ate one on the banks of the Seine.

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Make sure to stop at another patisserie for a fresh fruit tart.

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After all this, you would think it impossible to eat anything else, but you can’t leave Paris without a late night snack of chocolate crepe. Warm and sugary and gooey, it’s the perfect ending to a night of Kirs, cocktails, and beers; like patisseries, they can be found almost anywhere.

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Just like any country, urban life is very different than that spent in the quieter countryside. Stay tuned to see what amazing foods await us in Burgundy.

Bien manger. Sante.